"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." C.S. Lewis
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Your Eyes
I have been looking for you
For years I have looked
Accepted that it won't be... you
But please
Something that looks
At least a little like
The devil in you
That found the desperation in me
Take all of your perfects
And leave your flaws
Keeping always that perfect spark in your eyes
Right before your face would light up my world
With a smile
Perfectly pointed in my direction
I find that spark flying by me
Tempting me
Letting me know
That there is always a possibility
That something
Someday
May look like you
My secret deception
All of the hidden things
Wrapped up in one sly
Charming man
That still looks like my
Everything
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